THE FIRST DAY OF SEPTEMBER / Poem by Joanna Svensson

Poem by Joanna Svensson

 

THE FIRST DAY OF SEPTEMBER

The first day of September has awakened
So pretty and so peaceful
So lovely and so warm
So beautiful, so sunny and so sound

He walks slowly
Like gliding over the meadow towards me
Dressed up in the most elegant mantle
You ever saw or even could imagine

Taylored by the indian summers’ wind
With big, wide pockets
Filled with full grown seeds
Painted with Septembers’
Pure and specially selected colors
Penetrated by tasty greenery
And ripe and thriving oat
Studded with coral red glowing buttons
Given to the rowan trees for free
The strayhat – with its wide brim
Made of newly harvested rye
With sun flowers ’round its scull
The late summers’ wind
rumples his golden hair
Above his head butterflies flies
around in lusty circles

I stand like enchanted
Watching this view
My heart beats fast
It feels so surreal
I see – I dream – I close my eyes
But deep inside I see the same view

When the first day of September has awakened
So pretty and so peaceful
So lovely and so warm
So beautiful, so sunny and so sound

Then my heart gets filled
With unspeakable happiness
Then I want to embrace
The most uncomparably beautiful time
The time that September
Has always shown me
Always – each and every year

Then – my month I want to embrace
And say: Welcome!

You are mine!

©® Joanna Svensson

 

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